Mountaintalon slid out of the warriors den at his leader's call, looking as cheerful as ever. Which was to say, not at all. He sat down beside his daughter. It would have been a decent enough meeting if a certain voice had not caught his attention.
The glare he shot Wolfhive was venomous enough to kill seven cats in an instant and left little need for words. Mountaintalon's lip curled with distaste as he curled his tail firmly around Kestrelpaw and settled for digging his claws into the grass instead of Wolfhive's muzzle.
[ @
Rose @
BEAR. ]